Rumi's Love

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along.

- Rumi

The Taste of Morning

Time's knife slides from the sheath, as fish from where it swims.
Being closer and closer is the desire of the body. Don't wish for union!
There's a closeness beyond that. Why would God want a second God?
Fall in love in such a way that it frees you from any connecting.
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no 'me', no 'we', no claim of 'being'.
These words are the smoke the fire gives off as it absolves its defects, as eyes in silence, tears, face.
Love cannot be said.

- Rumi